A View. - Poem by Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar

There on the horizon forest with the sky is touching, houses such small, that they, are located in a hand.By the sandpit, a dog is chasing the cat and a swing is creaking with everyday sound

enlivening silence which in the morning got up. The view from a few levels for my eye, is revealing secrets of the nearby dustbin. There the prosaic aspects of life are encountering the man, gloomy tragedy not one is touching.

Not you? What of it? It isn't changing never mind.You can have pricks, that you are looking as the spectatorand you to help not able and you don't want.Now, you can do, for the present, what you only will want.

What for you a trouble, worry oneself and have a dither? Perhaps however get rid, of your mirror, or else you will see other reflection, accidentally. Of not oneself, a life will draw the surprise for you.